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Friday mornin' and all my work is done
I pack my bags, I'm on the run
I got a feelin' that I'm gonna have some fun
In the sun with my friends
And it's got me goin'
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Sorry I can't, sorry I can't go now
Friday noon and my boss is on the phone
He's tellin' me that I can't leave home
An extra hand at work, he's away, he's gone
Oh, he said he'd meet you here
Tell my friends I'm gone
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
I don't know why job has called me here
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
I don't know why job has called me
It makes no difference if you're off work or not
You can dream your weekend
Hand on the doorknob, out with your friends
Havin' fun in the sun
Now and then the phone rings
Friday evenin' and I'm all alone at home
I know my friends are havin' fun
I plan my weekend, then leave the machine on
Next time he calls he'll hear my voice
Singin' loud and clear
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
I'm out havin' fun in the sun with my friends
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
Oops now, sorry I can't go
I'm out havin' fun in the sun with my friends
With my friends
With my friends
With my friends
With my friends
Gretta and Kristy
Gina and Eddie
Penny and Nancy
Pat and Tommy, oh
Lisa and Judy



Авторы: Marion Oliver, Arthur Grant


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